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Stolen from: emptyxswingsets&&cherrycigaretteif i were a month, i'd be: March ( Read more... )

The wise and humorous tale of Mr. Green Poweranger and his lover the orange lighter Betty.

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+I'm finally doing my english assignement
+I'm not failing French
+It's today, not yesterday
+I got elegantly wasted on tuesday night.
+My best friend has an lj kill_bob-I don't have photoshop, i crave it like oxygen ( Read more... )

I have spent my week watching sid and nancy and sex pistols documentries, piercing friends ears, drinking cheap cocktails and living on painkillers, going to philosphy class drunk and having the time of my life talking about Paley's watchmaker theory. I wear t-shirts with le tigre lyrics studded on them and hot pink shoes. I meet a girl with RIOT ( Read more... )

I moved house today. My room has band posters and psychedelic throw rugs and photos of friends and memories. I bought a new bong for myself as a housewarming present, the one that the catepillar has in Alice in Wonderland So I won't update as much as I used to, but then again, I'm not sure who reads this anymore ( Read more... )

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Last night, I went to town with a girl I don't see much anymore. We walked around streets that were draped in neon; tacky and exhuberant. The festivals are in town, so there are performers swirling hoops and breathing fire, turning decadence and drunken streets into surreal carnivals. We went to strip clubs, skeletal bodies in children's dresses ( Read more... )